A/N. A few things. First, this is my first story here, so I apologize beforehand for any grammatical errors and/or spacing issues. Also, please review. I would appreciate any and all criticism and comments, because without them it would be much harder finding the errors of my writing. Also, disclaimer 2, I'm only an average writer, so please tell me how to improve this story. Finally, please read and enjoy the adventures of Gordon Freeman!

-RRS-15

*A disclaimer. I do not own Half Life or anything related to the game. If I did I would use this as the plot for the game and release the game.

The Failure Of Science (A Novelization of a Theoretical Half-Life 3)

Prologue

He felt pain. Not just physical pain (which he was feeling plenty of, thank you very much), but a tearing of his heart that felt physical, but was probably emotional. Though Gordon Freeman, P.H.d in theoretical physics, destroyer of alien invaders, and all-round science geek, wasn't so sure.

He felt himself begin sliding towards unconsciousness after falling to the floor and cracking his skull against a crate (stupid giant telekinetic alien grubs). As his vision grew darker every second, he could only make out a few details. Alyx Vance, his one and only crush that had developed into real feelings after all they had gone through together, crying over the body of his long-time friend Eli Vance. Gordon felt as if there was an empty hole opening in his chest, as he came closer and closer to passing out.

Suddenly, the world around him paused, then turned grey. Gordon shuddered, as He appeared in front of his vision, white and grey with the dead eyes. Gordon then heard the Voice.

Doctor Freema-.

He paused, and then turned around. He showed nothing except a small jerking back of his shoulders. Gordon started, for he had never heard Him stop in surprise. Then, his eyes widened. He could still hear Alyx crying.

Everything else around them had paused, His face superimposed over Gordon's vision, turning around to look at Alyx (who was still crying) with interest. Interest, confusion, or surprise? Gordon thought to himself. Or anger. He turned and looked back at Gordon, annoyance written all over His face. Gordon tried to draw back, startled. The most emotion He had ever shown was when the Vortigaunts teleported him out of His clutches. He had been pissed off, to say the least.

Oh, THIS won't do at all, He snarled with a surprising amount of venom. Good DAY, Mister Freeman. He wrenched his tie to the middle of that stupid suit, and with a flash of light, He vanished.

Gordon blinked and saw Alyx still crying. How? Gordon wondered as black spots flickered across his vision. Alyx wasn't frozen like last time; she was moving just now, how? Is it because the Vortigaunts wove our lives together? She didn't seem to notice him, maybe because-

He suddenly stopped thinking because he realized Alyx was still crying, and suddenly he felt his heart twist again. She needs my help, Gordon thought, trying to stand up with no success.

Come on, GET UP! He snarled to himself, as his vision grew dimmer and dimmer. He struggled to his feet, only faintly aware of several details in the background. For example, something warm and wet running down the side of his head, accompanied by a headache, which seemed to be caused by a jackhammer against the source of the liquid. There was also faint shouting in the distance, as well as someone attempting to pull at Gordon. He ignored it, because only Alyx mattered at the moment.

Gordon staggered toward her, nearly falling several times, but all the while getting closer . Finally, he toward her; well, collapsing really, his HEV suit clanging and informing him of all his injuries. As he was fading away, he tried to do something. Reaching his hand toward her (she had still not noticed), he tried to do something he hadn't done in twenty years her time, a week of his time. Rusty and rough from disuse and lack of water, it was more a whispery croak than a word. But it worked.

"Alyx," Gordon rasped, and gave in to the darkness.

As his vision turned to black he saw Alyx turn her head toward him, cheeks red and wet with tears, and a deep grief in her eyes. It was the last thing he saw before he left the light.

A/N. Again, please review and I hope you enjoyed!